Gingerbread Man

twitched beside his mouth. His gaze slid lower over her face, her body. He licked his lips. "That's not gonna happen."
    "You don't look like you mean that."
    "Don't I?"
    "No." She moved closer to him, and hesitantly, slipped her arms around his waist, pressed herself to him, and tipped her head back so she could see his eyes. "And I really hope you don't, because I need you tonight."
    He parted his lips to speak. She hushed him with a forefinger.
    "I know. You don't want me to need you. You can't be my hero or my savior and you can't be the love of my life. But I don't need those things tonight, Vince."
    His eyes were dark as she lowered her finger from his lips. "Then what
do
you need?" he asked, and his voice was coarse.
    "I need your arms tight around me," she said, and she closed her hands on his forearms, and lifted them, settling them around her waist He tightened them there. "I need your hands touching me. I need your mouth ..."
    He didn't let her finish. He covered her mouth with his, before she could finish. One of his hands, big and callused, cupped the back of her head, holding her steady while he tasted her mouth with his tongue. His other hand curled over her buttocks, and pulled her tight to his groin.
    He was hard, pressing into her, and she knew that this time, he wouldn't stop.
    When his mouth slid from hers, to her jaw, to her neck, she tipped her head back. When his hand squeezed her ass, she arched into him, rubbing herself against the hard bulge behind his jeans. He swore under his breath, grabbed her shoulders, pushed her back, and held her away from him. His eyes were hungry when they probed hers. "I've told you I don't have anything to give, Red. This is here and now. That's all."
    "I'm not asking for anything else." She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt, and lifted it, slid her hands over his belly and up to his chest, and dragged her nails over his nipples.
    He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth. When they opened again, his eyes blazed. He grabbed her shirt with both hands, pulled it off over her head, and threw it on the floor. He didn't even pause before unhooking the bra, and throwing it to the side as well. His eyes raked her breasts. Then his hands covered them, and he squeezed. She shivered when his fingers drew together on her nipples, and she opened her mouth to gasp when he pinched them. He moved her backward until her legs hit the couch, then gave a push so she was sitting down. Peeling off his shirt, he dropped it, and knelt, and his hands went around her, palms flat to her back, arching her toward him so he could bend and suck her breasts. He sucked them hard, bit down with his teeth until sweet pain jolted through her, then licked the sting away with his tongue, and did it all over again. Each time he bit a little harder, and each time she liked it a little better.
    His hands slid around to her jeans, undid them, and he jammed one hand down the front of them and inside her panties. He didn't take his time. Didn't ease her into this, just spread her folds and touched her. Rubbed her. Fingers pushed up inside her without waiting for an invitation. He lifted her a little, his fingers still in her, and held her around the waist with a free hand, and she stood there, barely balanced with her legs wide and her knees bent. "Shove the jeans off," he rasped.
    She did, and he held her up until she managed to shuck free of them, panties and all, then he let her fall to the sofa again. He drew his fingers out of her and pushed her legs wider, one up on the sofa, the other stretched out to the floor, and he knelt low, and bent and pushed his face between her legs. He licked deep, and her body shivered with rapture. When she started to melt into his mouth, he drew his head away, and she almost cried. But then he was on her again, his cock was pressing into her, stretching her wider, pushing inexorably deeper until she didn't think she could take any more, and then still more. She pulled her hips back. His hands closed on the cheeks of her ass, and he held her to him and pushed himself into her. Then he stayed there, waiting. He bent his head and tormented her breasts, and when his tongue and teeth did their work, she began to move. Slowly, she slid her wet body up and down the length of him. Her hands hooked under his arms, nails digging into his back, and she moved faster, harder. And then she was linking her legs around him, pulling him even deeper as her hips rocked.
    She saw his face,